Only We Would Know

The warm mug at every coffee shop. How many lips have stained this ceramic? The sidewalks strung along miniature cities, and the steps they’ve strayed. How many lives went one block too far, how many missed connections lingering by the street lights. First last kisses hung up overnight in cold breath. Each of us left standing, stirring, gagged in the gutter and wasted on the words we never spoke. Each corner screams its stories, and the signposts sing to sleep. All of this a secret only we would know, looking through the windows lined along the road.

Wrinkled War

Old anxieties are worn, like denim aged and faded.
Crossed fingers to the bottom of our pockets in hopes
the wrinkled war subsides.

Dispersed

The air around me contracts to the bottom of my lungs.
One hundred thoughts, one hundred battles.
Those beaten breaths left hanging stale, dispersed.

A List, Simply

fate. duality. purpose. anxiety. faith and lack thereof. strangers mannerisms. the way light comes naturally through windows in dive restaurants and makes royalty of a relic. energy, and ones ability to effect a room in the immediate. pure aesthetics. intimacy in shadows and smiles by the low light. dualism. the far reaching, finite, inescapable affectation of the dualism of life. karma. influence. truth, and want of. little lies and are they innocent? memory. ones ability to adopt any specifics and arrangements of the past as they see fit to the varying light of their current life. stories. coincidence. conspiracy. charm in conversation and the elegant power in a simple smile. perspective. effort. empathy. expression. obsession. all of these as i see them in regularity and adoration. as all the parts of all the days of me. the recollection, and the trailing off as the sounds of the day surround the lines of the page. and i simply am, again, carried off, return my day away.

Where I Reside

I reside with a vast collection of inconsistencies. A sea of distraction that's dust collected me; still I come back to a path where no X's sleep, and all question marks proceed. The same old ride-by-luck, drawn on hope and infinities. My coming back, my toxic trials, my heart resides in all these miles; my face-to-face finds peace in all the midnight tides. I come again, and leave again, and back and forth by right. On letting go, and consequence, and continental quills. Stuck to me, stuck on us in black and white beguile. Drawn inside and disappeared and "Hey, come back in time". On letting go, and letting go of mine.

To Dance Around

a choice, in defeat of all design. always a choice to dance around your fleeing mind. but left to chance, a choice is felt to pass, a crime to wave goodbye.

All In Range

i close my eyes and look for mountains. alone i see the stars. somewhere i hear my name. all in all it's all in range. take it on for all mistakes and past unpleasant pleas. no glory in un-futures made, no blessings by the sea. again i'll scrape the stars in silent me.

Toes to Summer

it's been easy to be lost lately. or distracted, unfortunately with open arms. i feel the winter faded into new faces, wide eyed conversations ending dually meaningless when the finish couldn't suit the start. a taste of welcome spring, skin on skin in star-crossed flings, renewed in flesh and bone and the sweet heat spells in ventures far from home. on we go for foreign wild fare, as the cool breeze blows and spring slowly drags its toes to summer, for freedom, in dog days we dare.

Cold Come Down

from a booth, a smile in periphery and carbonated laughs after adrenaline. we breathe from the top of the world, with the cold come down, all faces flush. the rosy red blessing and its timeless cheers. we came, we're here, the darkest night became our light. from a booth, in periphery we smirk at second sight.

In Little Rooms

given a small room for a vast becoming in every matter of the heart. a year contended and torn across a fence as all the places ahead, all acquainted friends and faces, and all the words find places left behind in a hurry as if anointed in only small talk and waning, waving hands all headed for our wastelands. the thoughts of lonely people in array, the streets all lined in fear. hearts afraid to brass, we'll all just disappear. in little box, in little room, and smile faintly in disguise. these lonely lost can't help but find, their numbered days, one year in time.

Retreat, Resolve

these trailing months in their life-white veil to fade the front let hindsight thrive in cold sole nights to forward face the day and let us prey on past discord. rest easy under warmth in sheets of resolve to better brave new faction. let history be only the tool to take us back in spectral observation when lack of sight shows not where we're led. no ghosts today, no past tomorrow. hold in heart the amity of you and you. winter will reflect in accord with bright of snow, hold close for heat those holy hours when you are your retreat.

Eager Sleep, Believer's Shore

such eager sleep i'm drawn, arms outstretched for dawn. we'll never reach, we'll never speak. the shore outlines the fall. in melted days before, arms outstretched i loved in all my worst and kissed in all my best so sleep for now and sleep forever melt along the shore. if we cold only speak the beach was just a moor.

Encore Everyday

this blessed binary, this only other self. person and persona through the encore every day. the past at last will come to play, but in the hours in between who forever came to stay?

Still The Silent Night

sing a silent night,
sing a holy chord.

the silence all alone at night,
the silence all a chorus.

feign and reign and blessed thou,
blessed are the bright.

in eyes and lies
the truth to stand
draped in holy style

Tapped

a vein that runs through me that still belongs to you, and when i tap that rush, that flood, that fools excuse...so only now i'll whisper still the truth that pours to chill; this place it taps a vein in me that still belongs to you.